This is a picture of Romy, who was more than my best friend when she was still "alive". We met when I was 12 and she 14, at our riding school, and "severed" nine months ago, after many tensions. She made me discover the band Placebo and my passion for the writing comes from her.
She had a sort of "accident", and later thought that I was responsible of it, whereas she never remembered who I was, because now, she is more like an empty shell than like a human, and it seems like she were dead.
I think she was and still is the most important person in my life (although she wants me to disappear, in fact.)
